He Makes Me Smile... Poem by Ursula Tillmann

Sometimes I just
watch him sleeping...

I gaze at his dreams
taking flight
while he twitches
faintly with his legs
as if fighting legions
of invisible aliens who
dare to disturb his rest.

With his eyes half open
yet without attention
carefree removed from
his busy surroundings,
softly snoring while
tipping his head
sideways under his neck
as if crawling back
into memories
before existence.

And he makes me smile...

How I love him
when he sighs and
stretches the tip of
his legs with purpose
into space-less spheres,
still dreaming,
removed from
my waking watch.

Sometimes I simply
want to lie down
beside him - quietly
crawl under his skin
to become part of his
dreams and fears.

But he won't let me go there,
not as his companion and equal.
We are not two of a kind.
I am only his keeper,
the guardian of
my beloved cat...